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The Health Bulletin- 19 as a 'beautiful secret' between herself and you?*' The Iconoclast's voice trembled with some suppressed emotion. ''Yes, I prefer that she should not talk about these matters with anybody but her mother." The Iconoclast rose with a sigh, saying: "Well, I've got to clean these fish or you won't have anything for dinner." At the back of the house was the big stump of a tree, with a wide board across the top, upon which it w^as the custom to clean the fi«h of which the lake furnished an inexhaustible supply. He laid upon it one of the largest, felt the edge of his knife with his thumb, and leaned over to the task. "What are you doing?" The Professor's little girl ran across the sand to see. "Cleaning these fish for your dinner, Princess." "May I watch?" "Certainly, if you'll keep your fingers out of the way of tlais sharp knife." The &h lay open and flat and the knife-point was lifting a great mass of yellow-pink roe. "What's that?" "That is called roe; it's made up of thousands of eggs." "Eggs! How funny! Do fish lay eggs?" "Oh, yes, indeed. All animals—'' the Iconoclast checked himself. "Where do they lay 'em?" "In different places, and different ways. Some fish even make nests; I've seen them. But most fish, I think, go up into the shallow water of streams, and lay their eggs on the pebbles of the bottom." "Do they sit on them, like a hen? How can they—such a lot of them?" "No, the eggs just he there in the water until they hatch. The mother-fish doesn't need to keep them w^arm, as birds do. She just goes on about whatever business she has." "And never cares what happens to her eggs?" "I don't think she worries much about them." Another fish was sht open and laid upon the board. "Oh, what's that—that white tiling? That isn't eggs, hke the other, is it? It's about the same shape and size." The Iconoclast stood up and reasoned with himself. How far was he at hberty to go in answering these simple questions? Was it his business to abash this eager curiosity? "No," he said at last, "that is not eggs. That is what is called milt." "What's it for?" "Well, you see, this is a father-fish. The eggs have to have this milt put on them, or they won't hatch. So after the mother-fish lays the eggs on the pebbles at the bottom of the stream, the father-fish comes along, and spreads this milt through the water over the eggs." "How does he know where to find them?" "I don't know. That is one of the secrets that the fish keep to themselves. Anyway, the father-fish seems to know where to look for them." "S'posin' he didn't want to lay the milt on the eggs or put it somewhere else. Then there wouldn't be any httle fish hatched out, would there?" "No, there wouldn't. The eggs would just lie there and die. But the father-fish somehow seems to like to do it." "I s'pose he thinks of the cunning httle fish that will hatch out if he does his part. And then he goes away with the mother-fish and they decide what to name their children." "Very likely," laughed the Iconoclast. The little girl was silent for a time^ watching the deft knife at its dissection; speaking only to identify the father-fish and mother-fish as they came in turn,, and laying them side by side in couples. "I s'pose there are father-birds and mother birds?" "Oh, yes." "Do the father birds have milt too?" The Iconoclast straightened up and rubbed the hinge in his back. Cleaning fish is weary work, when you have to stoop so far. He looked away at the wooded hill across the lake. "I asked you a question. It isn't pohte not to answer. Do father-birds have mUt?" He looked down into the big, clear eyes of the eager httle face mader the blowing curls. "Yes, father birds have milt." "And after the mother-bird lays her eggs in the nest, she goes away and lets the father-bird come in to put the milt on them. Of course, if he didn't, the eggs w^ouldn't hatch." She said this with an air of conviction. Then the Iconoclast decided something once for all; stooped over the fish-cleaning again, and said: "It isn't quite hke that with birds. The father-bird puts the milt on the egg before the mother-bird lays it." "But I don't see—oh, do you mean while it is in the mother-bird's body?" "Just so." She was thoughtful for a moment. From the corner of his eye he could see that her brow was knit. Here was a mechanical problem. He wondered how her would put it. "Well, that explains something!" she cried at last. "I do believe I've seen them
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Fixed Title * | NCHH-04: The Health Bulletin [1914-1973] |
Document Title | The Health Bulletin [1914-1973] |
Subject Topical | Public health -- North Carolina -- Periodicals. |
Subject Topical Other | Public Health -- North Carolina -- Periodicals. |
Contributor | North Carolina. State Board of Health. |
Publisher | Raleigh, North Carolina State Board of Health. |
Repository | University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Health Sciences Library. |
Host | University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill |
Date | 1920 |
Identifier | NCHH-04-035 |
Form General | Periodicals |
Language | English |
Rights | This item is part of the North Carolina History of Health Digital Collection. Some materials in the Collection are protected by U.S. copyright law. This item is presented by the Health Sciences Library of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill for research and educational purposes. It may not be republished or distributed without permission of the Health Sciences Library. |
Digital Collection | North Carolina History of Health Digital Collection |
Sponsor | The North Carolina History of Health Digital Collection is an open access publishing initiative of the Health Sciences Library of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Financial support for the initiative was provided in part by a multi-year NC ECHO (Exploring Cultural Heritage Online) digitization grant, awarded by the State Library of North Carolina, and funded through the Library Services and Technology Act (LSTA). |
Volume Number | 35 |
Health Discipline | Public Health |
Digital Format | JPEG 2000 |
Print / Download PDF Version | http://archives.hsl.unc.edu/nchh/nchh-04/nchh-04-035.pdf |
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Volume Link | http://dc.lib.unc.edu/cdm/search/collection/nchh/field/identi/searchterm/NCHH-04-035 |
Title Link | http://dc.lib.unc.edu/cdm/search/collection/nchh/field/documa/searchterm/NCHH-04 |
Catalog Record link | http://search.lib.unc.edu/search?R=UNCb1296443 |
Revision History | done |
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Fixed Title * | Page 19 (image) |
Document Title | The Health Bulletin [1914-1973] |
Subject Topical | Public health -- North Carolina -- Periodicals. |
Subject Topical Other | Public Health -- North Carolina -- Periodicals. |
Contributor | North Carolina. State Board of Health. |
Publisher | Raleigh, North Carolina State Board of Health. |
Repository | University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Health Sciences Library. |
Host | University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill |
Date | 1920 |
Identifier | NCHH-04-035-0165 |
Form General | Periodicals |
Page Type | all; all images; illustration; article |
Language | English |
Rights | This item is part of the North Carolina History of Health Digital Collection. Some materials in the Collection are protected by U.S. copyright law. This item is presented by the Health Sciences Library of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill for research and educational purposes. It may not be republished or distributed without permission of the Health Sciences Library. |
Filename | healthbulletinse35nort_0165.jp2 |
Digital Collection | North Carolina History of Health Digital Collection |
Sponsor | The North Carolina History of Health Digital Collection is an open access publishing initiative of the Health Sciences Library of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Financial support for the initiative was provided in part by a multi-year NC ECHO (Exploring Cultural Heritage Online) digitization grant, awarded by the State Library of North Carolina, and funded through the Library Services and Technology Act (LSTA). |
Volume Number | 35 |
Issue Number | 7 |
Page Number | 19 |
Health Discipline | Public Health |
Full Text | The Health Bulletin- 19 as a 'beautiful secret' between herself and you?*' The Iconoclast's voice trembled with some suppressed emotion. ''Yes, I prefer that she should not talk about these matters with anybody but her mother." The Iconoclast rose with a sigh, saying: "Well, I've got to clean these fish or you won't have anything for dinner." At the back of the house was the big stump of a tree, with a wide board across the top, upon which it w^as the custom to clean the fi«h of which the lake furnished an inexhaustible supply. He laid upon it one of the largest, felt the edge of his knife with his thumb, and leaned over to the task. "What are you doing?" The Professor's little girl ran across the sand to see. "Cleaning these fish for your dinner, Princess." "May I watch?" "Certainly, if you'll keep your fingers out of the way of tlais sharp knife." The &h lay open and flat and the knife-point was lifting a great mass of yellow-pink roe. "What's that?" "That is called roe; it's made up of thousands of eggs." "Eggs! How funny! Do fish lay eggs?" "Oh, yes, indeed. All animals—'' the Iconoclast checked himself. "Where do they lay 'em?" "In different places, and different ways. Some fish even make nests; I've seen them. But most fish, I think, go up into the shallow water of streams, and lay their eggs on the pebbles of the bottom." "Do they sit on them, like a hen? How can they—such a lot of them?" "No, the eggs just he there in the water until they hatch. The mother-fish doesn't need to keep them w^arm, as birds do. She just goes on about whatever business she has." "And never cares what happens to her eggs?" "I don't think she worries much about them." Another fish was sht open and laid upon the board. "Oh, what's that—that white tiling? That isn't eggs, hke the other, is it? It's about the same shape and size." The Iconoclast stood up and reasoned with himself. How far was he at hberty to go in answering these simple questions? Was it his business to abash this eager curiosity? "No" he said at last, "that is not eggs. That is what is called milt." "What's it for?" "Well, you see, this is a father-fish. The eggs have to have this milt put on them, or they won't hatch. So after the mother-fish lays the eggs on the pebbles at the bottom of the stream, the father-fish comes along, and spreads this milt through the water over the eggs." "How does he know where to find them?" "I don't know. That is one of the secrets that the fish keep to themselves. Anyway, the father-fish seems to know where to look for them." "S'posin' he didn't want to lay the milt on the eggs or put it somewhere else. Then there wouldn't be any httle fish hatched out, would there?" "No, there wouldn't. The eggs would just lie there and die. But the father-fish somehow seems to like to do it." "I s'pose he thinks of the cunning httle fish that will hatch out if he does his part. And then he goes away with the mother-fish and they decide what to name their children." "Very likely" laughed the Iconoclast. The little girl was silent for a time^ watching the deft knife at its dissection; speaking only to identify the father-fish and mother-fish as they came in turn,, and laying them side by side in couples. "I s'pose there are father-birds and mother birds?" "Oh, yes." "Do the father birds have milt too?" The Iconoclast straightened up and rubbed the hinge in his back. Cleaning fish is weary work, when you have to stoop so far. He looked away at the wooded hill across the lake. "I asked you a question. It isn't pohte not to answer. Do father-birds have mUt?" He looked down into the big, clear eyes of the eager httle face mader the blowing curls. "Yes, father birds have milt." "And after the mother-bird lays her eggs in the nest, she goes away and lets the father-bird come in to put the milt on them. Of course, if he didn't, the eggs w^ouldn't hatch." She said this with an air of conviction. Then the Iconoclast decided something once for all; stooped over the fish-cleaning again, and said: "It isn't quite hke that with birds. The father-bird puts the milt on the egg before the mother-bird lays it." "But I don't see—oh, do you mean while it is in the mother-bird's body?" "Just so." She was thoughtful for a moment. From the corner of his eye he could see that her brow was knit. Here was a mechanical problem. He wondered how her would put it. "Well, that explains something!" she cried at last. "I do believe I've seen them |
Digital Format | JPEG 2000 |
Print / Download PDF Version | http://archives.hsl.unc.edu/nchh/nchh-04/nchh-04-035.pdf |
Document Sort | all; group-b; nchh-04 |
Article Title | Some Inf'Mation For Mother |
Article Author | John Palmer Gavit |
Volume Link | http://dc.lib.unc.edu/cdm/search/collection/nchh/field/identi/searchterm/NCHH-04-035 |
Title Link | http://dc.lib.unc.edu/cdm/search/collection/nchh/field/documa/searchterm/NCHH-04 |
Catalog Record link | http://search.lib.unc.edu/search?R=UNCb1296443 |
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